A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chater 3 For as long as Benson could remember, Sierra had clung to him like glue, constantly meddling in his business. It was obvious that she adored him, but she always put on that aloof front, pretending she didn't care.

Her life was a quiet routine of reading, blending perfumes, playing the piano, and cooking-so dull, so lifeless.

Being around her felt suffocating like all the fun had been drained from his world. The only saving grace? She was obedient. There was no way she'd go through with breaking up.

She was just angry. Sierra had been mad at him before, plenty of times. He'd give her a small gift, toss out a few sweet words, and soon enough, she'd come running back to him with that same silly devotion.

"Just watch. Once this blows over, I'll send her a quick text. Next thing you know, she'll be at my place making me that special hangover remedy of hers. Women—you can't spoil them too much."

He spoke with utter confidence, certain she would never leave him. His self-satisfaction brought a lazy smirk to his lips.

"Damn, Benson! You've got your girl wrapped around your finger!"

"Honestly, I'm jealous. Even my housekeeper isn't as attentive as she is!"

Benson chuckled, draping an arm around Sophie's waist. "I'm in a good mood tonight. After we finish the cake, we'll head out for more fun. Tonight's on me—whatever you want."

the blood from her wound had soaked through half of her white dress, and the

was full of ridicule as if they were watching a clown staggering through the streets. Tears spilled down her cheeks uncontrollably,

even notice the man

"Mr. Gray!"

alarm. He quickly stepped forward, ready to pull away the woman who had just stumbled into his

usual—a shameless attempt by yet another woman to throw herself at

intervene, the woman staggered back on her own and collapsed to the ground. He blinked, momentarily

downward, immediately catching the smear of blood now staining his shirt where the woman had collided with him. His

sorry. I didn't mean to," Sierra murmured

ground, but her body felt utterly drained, her limbs limp and unresponsive. Her vision wavered,

Theo's dark eyes flickered with a sudden intensity. He

a

beside her and reached out and brushed her disheveled hair back from her

dim glow spilling from the hotel entrance, her features came into

murmured, his deep voice resonant and smooth, like the lingering note of a

hazy, as though she were staring at a familiar face she couldn't